by Nicola Diaz
He steps away from me for a moment, and I can hear his clothing drop to the floor. Then I hear him opening a case, and before I can ask him what it is that he is planning, he runs a huge dildo hard against my pussy. Then he goes behind me and runs the dildo up and down my back. He uses it to part my ass cheeks, and I hold my breath as he threatens to enter my ass with it. He doesn’t though, just pushing it against my asshole, teasing me with the thick tip.
Logan runs the dildo between my legs again, pressing it hard against my clit. There is a mixture of fear and anxiety filling my chest now, and I pull against the restraints on my hands again. Suddenly the dildo finds the entrance to my pussy though, and I inhale deeply as he eases this tool inside me, deep, quick and fast. It stretches my cunt in every direction and I cannot even lift myself up off of it, Logan pushing it so deep inside me that I choke…
Chapter 2
I want to tell him to stop, but I cannot breathe, so I cannot speak. He moves the dildo up and down inside me, and I cannot go anywhere. There is no escape from this invasion, so I just take it. I wish that I could see him, watch what he is doing to me, but I cannot. All I can do is feel it, feeling this tool working inside me, ripping into me, making me feel like at any moment my entire pussy might just spill out of itself.
Logan rams the dildo deeper and deeper into me, and I start to enjoy it. It is a painful kind of enjoyment, the kind that I usually inflict on him. Now though, he is doing it to me, and I want this to be over but not. As he pulls the massive penis from my pussy my cunt-muscles hold on to it involuntarily. Then they release it as it is pushed up inside me again, deeper, harder. He pulls it out and pushes it into me over and over again, and soon enough I start to have my first orgasm.
It is real, and intense. I squirt out past the dildo and onto his hand, and he sounds like he is smiling. I know this sound, and I like it. But then he lets out a sinister grin and I know that he has more in store for me. I just wish that he can take the blindfold off me so that I can see what he is doing. He runs the dildo over my lips and the pushes it into my mouth. I taste my pussy on it, the same way I tasted myself on his fingers. My cunt is wet, and so are my thighs, and I am left to wonder what next.
Then he pulls the dildo from my mouth and replaces it with his tongue. He goes deep into my mouth, settling his tongue deep in my throat. Then he presses down on my cheeks so that my mouth opens, and he shoots two huge blobs of spit into it. I cannot believe it, that this is the same Logan, the same sheepish puppy who was strangely awkward whenever I played the dominatrix. Now he was in charge, and there was not a damn thing that I could do about it.
The creaking sound again returns and I am once again parallel to the floor. I wonder how high I must be off the ground, but I have no way to gauge this. It feels like I am lost in space, literally, surrounded by complete darkness, with only the sensations and feelings to keep me company. He walks away from me for a moment, and then returns. My sense of hearing seems to be augmented by the fact that I cannot see, and every one of his steps is loud and clear, almost like he were walking on a wooden floor.
I cringe at the sudden sensation on my back. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, but when I do, I almost lose my mind. It is hot wax, and a lot of it. I imagine the candle must be very big or burning rather quickly. He seems to be drawing a pattern on my back, and I find myself trying to figure out what it is. I can’t though, caught between the intensity of the heat falling on my back, and the temporary relief I experience when it starts to cool.
When the wax falls on my ass I start to writhe in the suspension sling. It is incredibly hot, and it doesn’t cool as quickly as it did on my back. The wax literally runs down my cheeks now, towards my cunt, hardening just before it reaches my sensitive bits. I stop moving, nervous now that the hot wax might just burn my pussy. Then he brings the whip down over the hardened wax, breaking it apart with each crack of the multipronged whip. He is really enjoying himself. I can sense this somehow.
He then comes up to my face, and runs his cock across my lips. I want to bite it; I want him to feel some of the discomfort that he is meeting out on me. I can’t though, not sure how he will respond to this. He slides his cock between my teeth and deep into my mouth. I suck on it, hard, and he thrusts into me a few times. Then he settles his cock deep into the back of my throat and I can’t breathe. He fucks my mouth for a moment longer, and then pulls himself out of me.
Logan turns the mechanism again that is making the creaking sound, it is louder this time, my ears the most powerful sense I possess now. I am upright for a moment, then I am on my back, still hovering above the floor. I feel like I am falling, but the restraints on my arms and legs make this impossible. Hot wax suddenly falls on my breasts and I scream, unable to control myself. I stop myself quickly though, not sure where we are, not sure if my screams might draw unwanted attention to our location.
He runs lines of hotness down my belly, stopping just before my pussy. My cunt quivers now, fear, and excitement. He wouldn’t dare drop this shit on my cunt, I think. He wouldn’t dare. He does though, and I try to close my legs. It is impossible for me to do this though, and soon my cunt is covered entirely by hardening wax. He whispers something that I cannot hear, all my focus on the fire on my cunt. I cannot believe that he has just soaked my pussy in this lava. What could he be thinking, I wonder? How on earth could he do something so fucking dangerous?
Chapter 3
Logan cracks through the wax on my pussy with his cock, entering me deep. All my attention goes to my pussy now, with no other sensation possible in this moment. He sends his cock into me deeper, harder, and he pauses. He presses hard on my clit with his finger, and then with the tip of the dildo. He fucks me for a moment while running circles on my clit with the massive head of the dildo. I can almost see my orgasm approaching now. But just then, he pulls his cock from my aching pussy.
He plants his cock in my snatch again, but instead of the dildo on my clit, he drops more hot wax on my delicate flower. I cannot take it, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside me, the hot wax, not so much. But there is something kinky about this, something about the sheer helplessness of my situation that almost subdues me. I fight this urge though, the control freak in my coming through over and over again. There is, however, nothing that I can do about my position, and when he pulls his cock from me I want to beg him to just let me cum.
Logan cracks the wax on my clit with the dildo, and then pushes it slowly into my pussy. I push my cunt onto it as far as I can, letting him into myself completely. When he reaches my depths he turns the dildo, slowly, agonizingly slowly to the left. And then he turns it slowly to the right, pushing it deeper into me. It cannot go any further though, and then he pulls it out of me somewhat, still twisting it. He fucks me this way for a while, until again I feel like I could at any moment blow a massive load.
When he pulls the dildo from me I almost cannot take it anymore. But then he replaces it with his hard cock, and brings me to a swift end. I cum hard, and I am relieved. I don’t feel him cumming though, no sign of his own juices mixed with my own. I didn’t know that he had so much control of himself, but I cannot say that I am not impressed. He thrusts into me a few more times and then pulls his dick from my now-wet pussy very slowly.
He creaks again so that I am again face-forward, towards the floor. Then he makes some adjustments to the apparatus, so that I am at a diagonal to the floor. I can feel this, feeling like a trapeze artist, without a safety net. He goes up behind me now, and parts my ass cheeks with the dildo. At the same time, he drops hot wax on my back, and I wonder how many candles he actually has in this room. The coldness now moves across my breasts, and my nipples stiffen. Some of the wax finds its way between my crack, and onto my asshole, and I am again left with the distinct feeling of being set alight.
He breaks through this hardening wax with the dildo and I cannot breathe. I cannot believe that he is going for my ass without any lubrication, but he is. Against mass
ive resistance, he manages to get the huge tool inside me, and with some serious wrist action, gets it halfway in. Spit drops out of my mouth now, and I don’t even care how I look. I cannot think about anything but the invasion taking place on my ass. It burns like hell.
Logan fucks me with this tool for the longest time, and then he pulls it from me. Almost immediately he plants it deeper into my tightness, and after a few swift strokes, he pulls it out again. He pushes it in and the pulls it all the way out. All the way in and then all the way out. Over and over again, he rams this tool into me, and pulls it out so quickly that every time my ass snaps shut. It doesn’t stay shut too long though, because he is forcing the dildo into me again shortly after.
I remember all the times that I was in control of our sex, all the times that I took charge, completely. I wonder what made Logan think that I would be into giving up this control. Probably there is no way that he could have been sure, which is why he tricked me into this. Now that I am here though, I battle to regain some of the control that I had before. I start to feel some of my control slipping through my fingers, and I absolutely hate it. There is something weird about this situation, but good weird.
He reaches around me and sends his fingers across my clit, and then into my cunt. He pushes the dildo deeper into my ass, while digging deeper into my pussy with his fingers. Three and then four fingers, and I almost cannot think. But when he pushes the dildo deeper into my ass I am brought back into the moment, and then enjoying his fingers in my cunt. I start to drip, and as he pulls my cunt out from inside itself with each of his digits in me, I start to have another orgasm.
When I do, he digs deeper into my pussy, pushing the dildo further up my butt. The completeness of this circuit of pleasure settles over me in waves, and then lifts off of me like a veil. My satisfaction is not as complete as it usually is, when I am in control, but it is close enough. I am almost there though, and I almost dare him to up the ante on this torture, wanting him to take it to the next level. That is what I would do after all. But this is not about what I want. It is all about what he wants.
He parts my ass-cheeks with both his hands, and he eases his cock into my ass. My hole is still burning from the dildo, but I am still coming down in my pussy from the recent satisfaction. He goes all the way into me, and then lets go of my cheeks, placing his hands on my waist. Logan is tall, and I hadn’t really realized the benefits of his height until just now. He goes into me easily, despite the distance between my feet and the ground. He pulls me back onto his cock, into it, and he starts to thrust.
Logan really goes for it, fucking me harder and harder. Each stroke feels different; every time he inserts his cock into me he adds a special twist, a different kind of voodoo. His cock is smaller than the dildo, but no less intrusive. He pushes it all the way inside me and fucks the shit out of me, literally. Holding on to my hips tightly, he drives his cock into me repeatedly, and I feel the burn deep inside my ass. There is no escaping this now too, and he knows this. He just keeps on fucking me, sending stroke after fiery stroke into the depths of my asshole.
I know that he will not be able to pull himself from me now, not until he cums. He seems to take forever though, and the burning in my ass increases. My ring is on fire, and I want to ask him to slow down. I know somehow though that this won’t help, so I just have to take it. He keeps on ramming his hardness into me, with renewed energy on every thrust, and I try to squeeze my asshole around his cock, to stop it from moving. But this just seems to spur him on, making him fuck me harder.
Over and over he drives into me with his love-stick, and reignites the fire on my ring. It really is a massive burn, not even like fire anymore. It is like a carpet burn, or a grass burn, and it really starts to hurt. Logan has fucked me in my ass before, but on my command. I am at such a total loss of control right now though that this sensation makes absolutely no sense at all. I start to wonder if his cock is burning as much as my hole is.
When he finally cums, he goes so deep into me that I feel him all the way up my chest. The darkness has settled over me at last, so much so that I feel like I can almost see through the blindfold. I can see him clenching his butt-cheeks as he thrusts into me one final time. I can almost see him relaxing his ass-muscles as he pulls his cock from me at last. It takes the longest time for my ass to cool down from this massive intrusion, and my asshole is left tingling.
The creaking sound rings in my ears now. I am not even sure if I am on my back or my front anymore. My ass closes tightly and then blooms. I feel like I could go to the bathroom right there and then, but I don’t. Instead, the seed that Logan planted inside me drips out, slowly, steadily. It runs down my butt-cheeks, and then down my thighs, so that I know that I am face-forward. The jizz from my asshole is cool as it works its way down my thigh and settles on my pussy.
The whip settles on my back again, mimicking the burn on my asshole. All the way up and down my back, the stripes light mini fires on my back, and then on my ass. I’m not sure how many hands Logan has suddenly, because each strike on my back sees a small ball entering my pussy. The balls increase in size, so that I am sure that it is a string of Thai balls, anal balls, being shoved up my cunt. This should take concentration, but he seems to be managing quite well. The whip cracks down on my back right up until the largest ball is settled inside me, filling me totally.
Then he starts to pull the beads from my pussy. One at a time, they make their escape from me, the whip still cracking down on my back, and my ass. When the smallest one slips out of me my pussy shivers in the absence of the balls. I want them back. I need them back. Without asking him, he starts to shove them back into my cunt, and I smile, appreciating this. As he pulls them out of me slowly, I start to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. But this eludes me, just as the last one makes its way out of me.
Three times then four, then five times, the beads make an entry and exit from my pussy. The buildup is amazing, so amazing in fact that I forget the whip on my back. Then he brings me to an amazing climax as the beads pop out of me the sixth time. I cannot believe how amazing this feels, surrendering somewhat to this event. I don’t even think about the fact that I cannot see anything anymore. I just enjoy this orgasm, my umpteenth one.
The strands of the whip wrap around my neck now, and he forces his dick into my mouth again. I suck on it, hard, despite the fact that I cannot breathe. I hold on, knowing that he will not really keep the strands so tightly wrapped around my neck, not if he wants me to keep sucking his dick. When the whip loosens somewhat he shoves his cock deeper into my mouth. I take it, knowing that he is enjoying this too. He fucks my mouth steadily, and then sprays a massive load into my mouth, all the way down my throat, so that I swallow his cum.
Chapter 4
He keeps his cock inside my mouth as he unravels the whip. Then he thrusts into my mouth a few more times, and then he pulls away from me. I hear him go to the case again, choosing his next weapon. I wonder what else he could have in store for me. I think hard, trying to imagine what sort of punishment he has up his sleeve now. There is nothing that comes to mind though, and I know that I will just have to wait for him to decide what to do to me next.
I am brought upright again, feeling a little dizzy now, a little confused. He runs his cock against my clit again, and I almost cannot believe that it is still rock hard. It is though, and it snakes into my cunt easily now. I cannot believe that he is fucking me again. But he is. He is fucking me so hard that I hear the impact of every thrust in my head. Logan shoves his fingers in my mouth as he thrusts into me, and I almost bit them.
Then he holds me at the waist so that I do not move an inch upward. He digs deeper into me, harder, and pushes me lower onto his throbbing cock. I feel his meat pulsate in me, vibrate almost. He shoots deeper and deeper into me, his cock seeming to grow thicker and thicker. With each stroke I think he might cum, but he doesn’t. He just keeps on fucking me, until my cunt starts to weep. I don’t know what is coming out of me now,
and I am glad that I cannot see it, because my cunt feels like it has just been torn to smithereens.
He keeps himself inside me, moving forwards and upwards. He keeps on pulling pieces of my cunt out with his cock, and reinserting them into me. He goes on doing this for the longest time, until I cannot help but scream out, begging him to stop. Still he doesn’t though, just ramming his thick dick into me harder as I scream louder. Then he puts his hand over my mouth, and I know that I must keep it down. Where are we, I wonder? There is no time to think of this though, as my pussy is being ripped to shreds.
When Logan finally cums, I feel his seed in my depths. It is hot against every wall of my cunt, and I feel it seep down towards my hole. It makes its way out of me along with his dick, and then I am left alone to process whether or not I have had an orgasm. I don’t know, really I don’t, if I have cum or not, but this seems to be the last thing on Logan’s mind. He seems to be determined to please himself, and to use my body to reach every possible climax.
Then the creaking sound returns, and I am horizontal again. I don’t even try to hold myself up anymore, completely exhausted. I just hang there now, completely exposed, completely at the mercy of this man who seems to have lost his mind. We are getting married tomorrow, I think, and he decides to do this to me. We haven’t even spoken a word to each other since this started, and now I cannot say anything to him. He has broken me, in every possible way, and I can’t say that I don’t like it. There is something about this situation that suddenly appeals to me very much.
